The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with Conquering Huang Rong

Unexpectedly, Jilu has such a strong desire to kill; he is nothing like a monk. Kucheng is not like a monk either, nor is Tianming. The ones who are most like monks are Wuse and Wuxiang.

Before Yang Guo could ponder anything further...

The elder from the Ming Cult stepped forward, while the Shaolin Temple remained completely silent.

It seems that Shaolin has no chance of winning. Not only that, everyone thought this old man was the final person, but he stepped forward in the middle of the match.

It seems that Shaolin really has no one left to use.

Yang Guo naturally did not want this heretical sect to win. Wu Xiang and Wuse were clearly not good enough, and as for Tianming, Yang Guo really couldn't see through this person.

What's even stranger is that Shaolin Temple was supposed to be actively participating, but so far no one has stepped forward.

Seeing that everyone was either afraid or terrified, Wu Se was unwilling to endure it and was about to take a step forward, but Wu Xiang held him tightly.

Tianming then walked up to Jinlun.

Yang Guo saw it all, so was the Golden Wheel Monk a shield?

Yang Guo was unsure what Shaolin was up to, and he didn't believe that Jinlun would actually help.

The old man's expression turned solemn when he saw the Golden Wheel Monk enter the battle. The main reason was that the Golden Wheel Monk's aura was too oppressive, giving people a sense of confidence and composure.

His dignity as a golden wheel cannot be violated, especially in martial arts.

Jinlun said, "State your name."

The old man had already taken out the Sacred Flame Token and said, "Left Protector of the Ming Cult."

Jinlun said no more, but took the initiative to attack.

He walked slowly forward, gathering strength with each step. After nine steps, he unleashed a palm strike. Before the wind from the palm even arrived, the pressure of the palm was like a tidal wave crashing down on the left protector.

The Left Protector, however, moved like an eel burrowing into mud, sliding out of the palm strike at an angle that defied ergonomics. Immediately, the Sacred Flame Token struck Jin Lun's wrist at a tricky angle.

Jinlun scoffed. His Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill had already reached the ninth level. Although he couldn't yet form an innate protective aura, he was already an impenetrable wall. Ordinary weapons couldn't really hurt him. He was willing to try this heretical technique.

The sacred torch made a hissing sound when it touched his wrist.

Finally, it actually pierced through. Jinlun was shocked and directly slammed his left hand towards the Sacred Flame Token.

The old man was also shocked. What kind of internal energy did this person possess? It was so powerful and fierce that the invincible Sacred Flame Token had encountered an obstacle.

The sacred flame token is inscribed with the Ming Cult's core teachings, but it is also a divine weapon.

All the enemies they encountered were utterly defeated.

I never expected that this great lama's internal strength would be so domineering and solid.

The Left Protector pushed the Sacred Flame Token to its limit, but his body twisted and transformed into nine illusory and indistinguishable fire shadows, circling the Golden Wheel. The Sacred Flame either stabbed or slashed, targeting the Golden Wheel's weak points such as its eyes, throat, groin, and joints. His moves appeared to be left but were actually right, and he would go down first before going up.

Jinlun could only push horizontally with the force of the Dragon Elephant Palm, but it was like an axe splitting through thick fog, making it difficult to exert force and causing him great discomfort. He dared not take this sacred weapon head-on.

Knowing that his defenses would eventually crumble, Jinlun simply closed his eyes and relied on listening to the wind and sensing the airflow through his skin to dodge with minute movements, thus avoiding fatal attacks several times.

The Left Protector, having gained the upper hand, pressed his advantage relentlessly, and with a move that seemed to snatch a chestnut from the fire, thrust it straight at Jinlun's back.

With a loud shout, the muscles in his back suddenly contracted, and the power of the dragon and elephant protected his body.

"You can't break through my defenses."

"clang!"

With a crisp sound, the Sacred Flame Token only pierced halfway before being "absorbed" by the powerful internal force and unable to advance further.

The old man was horrified and tried to back away.

At this moment, Jinlun grabbed with his backhand, imbued with the power of a dragon and an elephant, aiming to seize the Sacred Flame Token and take the divine weapon.

"Trying to leave? Too late."

The Left Protector was unwilling to let him hold the command. He leaned back in a strange way, his head almost touching the ground, and then pushed off with both feet, using the force to retreat violently.

He then chanted a Persian incantation and shot a blood arrow mixed with his internal energy at the Sacred Flame Token.

This is the forbidden technique "Blood Sacrifice to Sacred Fire".

The Sacred Flame Token glowed brightly, as if it were alive, and took to the air on its own. Its trajectory was unpredictable, and it carried a bone-chilling power. Its offensive power increased sharply, and the shadow of the Sacred Flame Token could be seen all around the golden wheel.

The Left Protector's face was pale.

Seeing this, Jinlun was moved again. This was so strange. He then let out a long roar: "Unorthodox methods, watch how I break through all laws with one force!"

He immediately assumed a horse stance, clasped his hands together, and pushed out with his palms. A booming sound was heard, and an invisible giant wave, visible to the naked eye, surged outwards from him, raising dust in an instant.

The dust has settled.

The Left Protector was pushed ten meters away, and the Sacred Flame Token was stuck diagonally in front of him.

Jinlun's robes were torn, and there were several shallow scratches from the Sacred Flame Token on his body, from which tiny beads of blood slowly seeped out.

Jinlun's expression was solemn. This was his first time in the Central Plains, and he hadn't expected his first stop to be so strange.

What kind of thing is this? He vaguely sensed that there was something strange about this thing. It was clearly extremely cold, so why did the wound feel like it was burning?

And the guardian's incantation actually made the talisman make a sound, disturbing him and causing him to fall victim to the attack; otherwise, how could it have scratched him?

The Shaolin monks watched the battle in silence, never expecting these two to be so powerful, especially the heretical protector, who was truly bizarre.

Yang Guo knew, however, that the Sacred Flame Token probably hadn't even exerted half of its power yet.

With the old man's strange movement technique and the power of his divine weapon, if it weren't for the fact that Jin Lun only cultivated the Dragon Elephant technique, he would probably have been stabbed to death.

Even so, it still felt like Jinlun was at a disadvantage.

Jinlun could not bear the defeat and wanted to fight again.

The silver-haired woman glanced at the old man.

The old man cupped his hands and said, "Master, your inner strength is profound. If we continue fighting, we may both be injured. How about we draw this time?"

To be honest, Jinlun was having a tough time in this battle. The Sacred Flame Token was indestructible, and the Dharma Protector's movements were unpredictable. He always felt like he couldn't use his strength.

At this point, he didn't need to risk his life for Shaolin. He wasn't originally helping Shaolin; he just couldn't allow himself to fail once he was on stage.

Seeing that the pale-faced old man had taken the initiative to make peace, he naturally put his hands together in a gesture of respect.

Yang Guo stared speechlessly at the woman opposite him. He had noticed that she glanced at him every few days.

Yang Guo thought to himself: Is it because I'm too handsome that seeing me once has ruined my life?

To be honest, the woman's tall figure did match his quite well; she must have been over 1.7 meters tall.

They were a perfect match, but unfortunately the woman never took off her veil from head to toe.

She's not as pretty as the woman beside him.

Yang Guo didn't know much about the Ming Cult either, except for the leader, the Holy Maiden, the Sacred Flame Token, and so on.

The sacred flame token seems to have some kind of moon-worshiping mantra engraved on it.

Yang Guo couldn't remember either, but it's said that the founder of the Ming Cult was also an extraordinary person.

Jinlun and the old man slowly retreated back to their respective camps.

"Master, what do you think of this Sacred Flame Token?"

Jinlun's expression turned solemn: "It's very strange. It's not exactly a coincidence, nor is it enough to describe it as a benefit. If I had to describe it, I would only use the word 'demonic.' This heretical sect is completely different from us."

Yang Guo nodded.

"But judging from how easily the master handles the situation, I'm afraid this old man is no match for you."

Jinlun was naturally confident of victory, but why did he choose to take it?

The current situation is indeed in his favor. He has put in the effort, but the situation has not been broken. He really doesn't think Shaolin will win this third round.

The first two matches ended in such a bizarre draw.

Yang Guo was speechless. He saw the woman slowly moving forward, and wondered why she kept staring at him.

"My lord, has this woman fallen for you?"

"Otherwise, why would I keep staring at you?"

Yang Guo did not answer her question, because Wuxiang appeared in front of him.

That day, Ming was talking to Ku Cheng about something, and it was obvious that the two were arguing.

"Esteemed benefactor, may I speak with you in private?"

Yang Guo followed, puzzled.

"Benefactor, could you do this humble monk a favor...?"